No son, there is no mummy Ionglegs only daddy Ionglegs.” I felt pretty proud of my answer, until he stomps on both spiders saying, “We’ll have none of that gay shit in our fucking garden.
No son, there is no mummy Ionglegs only daddy Ionglegs.” I felt pretty proud of my answer, until he stomps on both spiders saying, “We’ll have none of that gay shit in our fucking garden.